Say, when the 'moving' creatures sawAll kinds commingled without fear,Prevailed a like indulgent lawFor the still growths that prosper here?Did wanton fawn and kid forbearThe half-blown rose, the lily spare?

Or peeped they often from their bedsAnd prematurely disappeared,Devoured like pleasure ere it spreadsA bosom to the sun endeared?If such their harsh untimely doom,It falls not 'here' on bud or bloom.

All summer long the happy EveOf this fair Spot her flowers may bind,Nor e'er, with ruffled fancy, grieve,From the next glance she casts, to findThat love for little things by FateIs rendered vain as love for great.

Yet, where the guardian fence is wound,So subtly are our eyes beguiledWe see not nor suspect a bound,No more than in some forest wild;The sight is free as air--or crostOnly by art in nature lost.

And, though the jealous turf refuseBy random footsteps to be prest,And feed on never-sullied dews,'Ye', gentle breezes from the west,With all the ministers of hopeAre tempted to this sunny slope!

And hither throngs of birds resort;Some, inmates lodged in shady nests,Some, perched on stems of stately portThat nod to welcome transient guests;While hare and leveret, seen at play,'Appear' not more shut out than they.

Thus spake the moral Muse--her wingAbruptly spreading to depart,She left that farewell offering,Momento for some docile heart;That may respect the good old ageWhen Fancy was Truth's willing Page;And Truth would skim the flowery glade,Though entering but as Fancy's Shade.

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Comments about this poem (A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire. by William Wordsworth )

nature is a famous subject for poetry and fruits and flowers are the rare gifts of nature for human being. Together with so many insects and animals, birds are living along with this nature and the great poet's poem is very interesting.
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